Chapter 24

He smelled humans, too, but that didn’t bother him. He wasn’t afraid of humans.

He stretched, raised his front paws ten feet off the ground, and scratched his long claws into an oak tree, shredding the bark with sharp jerks of his powerful legs. He scent-marked the tree as well with urine. Sultan trotted out, eyes sharp in the shadows, his broad feet making no noise on the damp ground.

Ten minutes later, Hector Lopez stirred in his bed. Outside, his four chickens squawked in their small pen next to his trailer. The third-of a bottle of Jack Daniels in his system prodded him back to sleep; he never heard the birds’ cries of distress and alarm.